ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH....


I was gonna go. I was *determined* to go to Rhino this year. Then the Cloaked in Midnight Joan starting sniffling and giving me the eye about not getting to go XC skiing this year. Upshot was, I OK'd a ski trip and she booked us on the ski bus the Sunday right after these Games. The bus picks us up at the corner of X and Y streets, one town north of our house, at 4:30 AM, sunday.

I don't think I'm going to the Rhino Games. But I'm scamming on a couple of guys to make a done-day blast trip to Bakersfield.